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of her, massaging her sore muscles, engorged cocks bobbing against her thighs.
    And how strange it was that despite a climax that shook her to the rafters she was still unfulfilled. Unsatisfied
    “I think a shower is in order,” Adam suggested, propping Shannon up and handing her a fresh glass of wine. He looked up at Mike? “What do you say?”
    “I say Shannon needs to learn that we always shower with our subs. We take pains to prepare them for the evening.”
    Shannon slid her gaze from one to the other. “P-prepare, Masters?”
    “We—I didn’t want to throw too much at you at once but here’s where you can thank us for a nice evening and go home if you want to.” He lifted her in his arms, ignoring Adam, fixing his dark eyes on her. “I want this with you, Shannon. I broke off with you because I was afraid it would frighten you, but now I see how natural our relationship could be. I have very strong feelings for you.”
    She ran her tongue over her lower lip, studying his face. Then she dipped her head.
    She knew the lingo. She’d surfed the web enough. “I am honored to be your sub.”
    She could have sworn he breathed a sigh of relief, but that wouldn’t be in keeping with either his personality or his dominance. Still, it gave her a warm feeling, but nothing like the heat that the sexual activity gave her.
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    “You will bathe us,” he told her, carrying her to a bathroom that was surprisingly large for a cabin, “and then we will do the same for you.”
    Adam was already waiting in the wide shower stall, the streams of water beating over his skin, a bottle of shower gel in one of his big hands. Mike removed the butt plug, running his fingertips lovingly over the now more relaxed hole and Adam handed her the gel.
    “Come, sweetheart. We’ll show you how to do this.”
    They had her bathe them from the waist up, first one then the other. She loved the sensual play of muscles under the skin as she rubbed lather into their backs, along their arms then into their chests. Daringly she put one sudsy hand on Mike’s chest and the other on Adam’s and let her slippery fingers dance lightly over their nipples. She looked up and saw dark slashes of red across their cheeks, signs of the heat rising in their bodies as she scraped her fingernails across the firm buds and pinched and tugged at them.
    Mike finally grabbed her wrists and forced her down. “On your knees. You have more work to do.”
    Shannon dropped gracefully to her knees. Without even being told she knew what to do. Carefully she washed each pulsing cock, probing each slit with the tip of a finger until the men groaned with pleasure. She made sure every inch of each cock was thoroughly soaped and rinsed before dropping her hands to the sacs that held their testicles. Manipulating them with her fingers, she soaped the pleated skin then with a daring stroke, slid one finger along the perineum of each man to the tightly puckered anuses.
    Adam shuddered and Mike once again grabbed her wrists. “You do not do that until we order you to, is that understood?”
    “I-I’m sorry. I thought you would enjoy it.”
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    “Too much,” Adam told her. “Something else to save for later. For now let me feel my cock in your mouth, your tongue on the head, your fingers tracing the length. But only for a moment.”
    And a moment was exactly what he meant. When she began to suck enthusiastically, he griped her head as Mike had and backed away.
    “Wait until you are instructed,” he cautioned her. Then he turned her around, forced her down to her hands and knees and delivered two wet, stinging slaps to her backside.
    She forced herself not to cry out when the wetness made the sting sharper, but in only seconds she felt the familiar heat streak to her cunt and her hardened nipples became inescapable evidence of her arousal. Who would ever have believed that mild, conservative Shannon Gregory would enjoy being punished. Lifting her